Chapter 10

Gripping the two perfect globes, he stabbed his tongue into Thomas’s entrance, liberally wetting it. He didn’t really rim very often, finding it rather an intimate act he didn’t think he ought to share with just anyone. Yet, for some reason, he’d wanted to taste Thomas.

“Oh my God,” Thomas whispered. “That’s amazing.”

Clark laughed, his breath fanning the tiny little hairs there. “Glad you think so.”

“God, yes. What about lube and a condom?”

“I pocketed one and a little bottle earlier while I was getting our wine. Now, be quiet and just feel.” His tongue shot in deep, swirling around, moistening. At first Thomas had tensed, but the more Clark slathered him, the more relaxed he became.

Without stopping, Clark unfastened his own pants. He pulled out his hard cock and stroked the shaft, rubbing in the pearled drop of precum. His own hand had been the only way to pleasure himself for too long. He worked too much, not to mention his involvement in his sister’s problems